My Dream Girl Don't Exist (Live, 1992)

My dream girl don't exist

At the age of five she slit her wrist

She didn't know that I'd be hanging around

So her parents buried her in the ground

And this day I can still hear the sound

Of a life in outer space

My dream girl don't exist

Just you and I, and this TV

And this illness seems to feel so strange

Like a henchman that's about to hang

The moon up like a ball and chain

And set its sands ablaze

And the weight is waiting on

Feel the world so real and strong, oh

My dream girl don't exist

Took her photograph from a history book

And I believe she had a voice and name

Three children on the coast of Maine

Her life was in a hurricane

Of love and real embrace

My dream girl don't exist

At the age of five she slit her wrist

She didn't know that I'd be hanging around

So one day, she took a stroll to town

And walked in front of a Greyhound bound

For New York central state

And the weight is waiting on

And the weight is waiting on

Feel the world so real and strong

She goes, and now she knows she'll never be afraid